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Downeast Beef Chili

As you might have heard, I’ve been staying with Tai’s grandmother Louisa, in Downeast Maine, since before Thanksgiving. Louisa is awesome: she is bright, warm, and generous, and has always made me feel welcome and an important part of this big, wacky family into which I married. But Louisa is 88 years old, and while she has maintained an amazing amount of independence and vitality throughout her ‘golden years,’ in the last six months or so she has suffered some health problems that require a bit more help from family & friends in order to maintain the lifestyle she loves. One of the great things about my particular lifestyle is that I can work from anywhere, as long as I have a reliable internet connection (more challenging than you might think in Downeast Maine, which is somewhere on the timescale between Little House on the Prairie and 1972): a bonus of my consultant business is that I am flexible, in both hours & location, and able to pitch in when needed.

So here I am, in this gorgeous spot on the edge of Hog Bay. It’s 15 degrees in the morning and a balmy 35 in the late afternoon. The sky is a brilliant blue, or an overcast grey, or a dark, threatening charcoal. The trees are dark green, and hunkered down for winter, and the ground is already cold enough that the faintest whisper of a snow flurry just sits there, without melting, all day long. The screens are still on the windows at home in New York, but here in Maine, the emergency shovel, the ice scraper and the kitty litter are already in the trunk of my car. It’s winter: Maine winter, and I don’t have my pantry full of preserves, my chest freezer packed to the gills with summer’s bounty, my treasure trove of dried herbs, spices, fruits, vegetables and fungi just waiting for me to unlock their magic.

What I do have is a robust local food scene, with artisan bread bakers, organic vegetable growers, heirloom bean producers and sustainable meat farmers. I have ground beef from Tai’s cousin’s family, called “Windsor beef” by the family because the cattle are raised in Windsor, Maine (on green grass and not much else). I have carrots from Mandala Farm, and local leeks and garlic, even in the midst of a chilly Maine winter. I have gorgeous local heirloom beans, farmed by a friend of Tai’s Aunt Sue, and bacon grease from local, smoked, uncured bacon. I have delicious, chewy, sourdough-tangy Tinder Hearth bread, wood-fired and made with local Maine & Quebec grains. And I have John Edwards: pricey, yes, but fabulously devoted to local, organic and sustainable foods, and the kind of one-stop shopping that I don’t find at home outside of the farmer’s market. I have local Maine sea salt and even the bowls that hold my chili were thrown about a hundred yards away: what else could a local girl want?

Downeast Beef Chili

INGREDIENTS

1/2 lb dried black turtle beans

1/2 lb dried bumblebee beans (or other white or cranberry bean)

3 tbsp bacon grease or olive oil, divided

1 medium white onion, diced

2 celery stalks, with leaves if possible, chopped

2 small leeks, cleaned well and sliced, tough green ends discarded

3 medium carrots, sliced

3 small bell peppers, diced (I used one each of red, yelllow and green)

4 fresh chile peppers, thinly sliced, with seeds or without (I used jalapeño and small red chiles)

9 comments

Where I am, it rarely snows and the sun nearly always shines. But you… this article… makes me feel like I’m in snow country. There is a warm hearth, the warmth of friendship, sharing the blessings of a hearty meal, and plenty of love to melt the winter chills away.

Ha! I didn’t actually have any of the chili, as I decided it was a bit too “beefy” to risk. But I have been trying to work my way back into beef eating; you’ll see a couple of recipes under “meat” on the Recipes page.